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The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise, I barter for curl upon that mart.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Age: 55 †
Born: 1806
Born: March 6
Died: 1861
Died: June 30
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Durham
England
Mrs. Browning
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Elizaveta Barrett Brauning
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There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.
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Free men freely work: Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
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And I must bear What is ordained with patience, being aware Necessity doth front the universe With an invincible gesture.
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And that dismal cry rose slowly And sank slowly through the air, Full of spirit's melancholy And eternity's despair And they heard the words it said,- Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!
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Every wish Is like a prayer--with God.
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The exchange of sympathy for gratitude is the most princely thing!
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Will that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!
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Sleep on, Baby, on the floor, Tired of all the playing, Sleep with smile the sweeter for That you dropped away in! On your curls' full roundness stand Golden lights serenely-- One cheek, pushed out by the hand, Folds the dimple inly.
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